The local cafe has apparently decided to end its multi-day run of fun New Wave and goth-pop I'm fond of, in favor of a two-hour marathon of Poo Rock.

I'm in enough trouble today, so I won't tread on anybody else's sensibilities by disclosing what I consider to be "Poo Rock." >:3 (And don't take me too seriously on this. Chumbawumba got dismissed as Poo Rock for "Tubthumping," and they're an anarchist collective that wrote a song about the Ursonate, FFS. Very few bands are Poo Rock when you dig past their hits.)

But let's just say it's not funky enough to be Crap Rock, not hard enough to be Butt Rock, not sensitive enough to be Wuss Rock, not lulling enough to be Office Rock, and not drunk enough to be Frat Rock, but still probably sold more copies by an order of magnitude than Television's "Marquee Moon"*. :p

Speculation is still welcomed. That way it won't be _my_ fault. O;)

* Sorry, I screwed up the other day: there are THREE perfect albums. ;D